Sober Eyes

The angelic face I see in you;
Wash away all my troubles like a sea that's calm and blue;
Cunning and tender your eyes bestor;
Sober eyes swift like a bow;

Brown, blue, hazel of different color;
Why am I attracted with eyes of liue;
I see the soul from sober windows;
With their charming graces your eyes a glow;

Much I marvel to what they lay as it stares;
Upon the face of the maiden with golden hair;
Sober eyes it must be faith;
Ye ol noble must await.